It had started out perfect. Five years of love, chaos, and survival in the public eye—and tonight was the celebration of it all. Saul had taken you to a quiet rooftop restaurant overlooking the city, nerves practically radiating off of him all night. When he finally dropped to one knee, hands slightly shaking, curls falling into his eyes, you could barely breathe. The words were simple, but the way he looked at you said everything. You said yes before he even finished the sentence.

Everything had gone right… until you stepped outside.

A wall of flashing cameras and shouting voices immediately hit you. Saul’s jaw clenched as his arm pulled you close, placing your body slightly behind his in instinctive protection. He didn’t say anything at first, just tried to guide you to the car as calmly as possible—but the paparazzi were relentless.

“Is she pregnant?”
“Slash! Over here—how long do you think it’ll last?”
“Is she with you for the money?”

That last one made him stop.

He turned his head sharply, eyes hidden behind dark glasses, but his voice was calm—too calm.

“Say that again.”

Then, without another word, he walked you through the mess—blocking the flashes, ignoring the noise—until the car door closed and the chaos faded behind tinted glass. His hand found yours.

“You okay honey?” he asked softly.

Because even after all that, you were still his first priority.